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[center][h1][b][color=6ecff6]Xander[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Entering the meeting room, the blond swordsman blinked.

It was not as spacious as he thought it would have been, though he preferred it having a moderate size. There was a long table sitting in the middle of the room. Several chairs were placed at where the table lay.

[i][color=6ecff6]Not too flashy, not too bland,[/color][/i] he thought as he approached the table. [i][color=6ecff6]Dayum, that's just the way I like it. I didn't expect this place to look moderately normal, though.[/color][/i]

And indeed, he really did not expect the meeting room to be moderately normal. Sure, he may have lived in a plentifully poor town and found nearly every room in the ECHO ship to be fascinatingly fancy, but he knew that, by ECHO's standards, the meeting room looked pretty normal. There was nothing surprising about the room, and that was what surprised him the most.

Walking over to one of the rolling chairs sitting at one of the black marble table's sides, Xander carefully took a seat and crossed his arms, analyzing his surroundings a bit more. Now that he took a closer look, there were pictures of some people... He presumed them to be pretty important. Harp-level, even.

[i][color=6ecff6]What're those pictures supposed to serve as?[/color][/i] The swordsman thought, feeling a bit anxious at the fact that there were important-looking things in a seemingly unimportant room.

The blue-eyed swordsman remained still as he slowly closed his eyes. He would relax and take on a calm look. And calm he looked indeed. Within a few seconds, he ended up looking like an edgy hardass having nothing better to do aside from remaining seated.

Perfect. He was ready for his teammates. No, he did not want to impress anyone with his edgy "cross-my-arms-and-hope-to-die" look; he simply preferred keeping his own thoughts to himself while maintaining the image of a cool-headed and (probably) diligent warrior on the outside.